Dear Jacob & Samantha:
Today I stepped onto the stepmill at the gym. The stepmill could be considered a modern-day torture contraption. It asked me my weight. I plugged in: 134 miserable pounds, 10 of which are in my stomach.
Then the machine prompted me to enter a time. I responded: 30 minutes.
The machine continued: Results wanted? I used the key pad the way one might text a message on a cell phone: Angelina Jolie.
The machine responded: Nice try.
And again: Results wanted?
So I chose "aerobic training".
"Enjoy your workout!!"
"Fuck you!!"
But the machine either did not understand or intentionally ignored me, and I slaved away at it until it was time for Pilates. Which? Was OK. But probably not worth an hour of my time.
Love,
Mama
Monday, September 17, 2007
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3 comments:
you should try spinning. that's where i was for 45 minutes starting at 630pm. it's really really intense. and you sweat. and sweat. and sweat.
and i love it!
:)
Eh, Angelina Jolie looks way too skinny these days -- how about pre-anorexic Angelina? Good for you for plugging away. I am proud of you. And you are funny.
haha HILARIOUS stuff.
I love it.
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